ODE TO POVERTY

Could I be more thankful to You…

Probably not.

Born unto the clayey earth

Of my humble dwelling,

Into the love of my parents-

Their best encouragement to me,

My strongest weapon.

You took me while with them

Through the deepest, darkest

Hardships of all time and

Taught me what my parents could not.

By means of experience

You taught me the very essence of

HUNGER and STARVATION

Such that I need no schooling for

The riches of tomorrow.

Bankruptcy knows no better bearer.

Poverty,

You made me display you

In private and public

And in place of the resultant embarrassment

You taught me to proudly flaunt you!

By our visitation to luxury and ease

You taught me

Diligence,

Prudence,

Philanthropy,

and,

Friendship.

Living in you has earned me

A bagful of respect from men of all walks.

Each of them leaves me with a simple remark-

YOU WILL BE GREAT.

Do you not see?

LOOK!

See for yourself today

What you have made me tomorrow!

We had our sad times, though,

And you may never know another rebel of

A pauper I was.

Happily too, we are Divorced.

But I will forever remember you.

The truth and realism I learnt

Will guide me till the end.

Finally,

Thank you for the transitory riches you showed me.

Fitting into the permanent is being quite undemanding.